Sunday, October 14, 2012

Precious Pippa

Last week on Thursday, 10/11/12, my precious, darling kitty, Pippa was killed by a car. 

Pippa came to be mine a year ago in early August.   My sister and I needed to run into Kroger on a Friday afternoon.  A teenage boy stood outside with a shopping buggy where he had one, last little runt of a kitten.  

Would we like a free kitten, he asked?  I normally would have said "No, thanks" without a look, but I looked.  She wasn't very pretty but she was tiny and cute with huge ears, a pink nose and slightly crossed eyes. 

It was an impulse.  I said I would take her.  Then immediately, I thought, what am I going to do with a kitten??  My sister stood outside with the kitten and the boy as  I purchased kitten food.   My large orange cat didn't require a litter box any longer, so I had to buy supplies.

The boy told us he had named her Margaret after his best friend.  He wanted the kitten but his mother would not let him keep her.

The first night she was home with us, we had a house full of young people.  My son, his musician friends, his girlfriend and her 11 year old sister were all there.  Everyone wanted to hold the kitten.  The 11 year old held her most of the evening.  She was as small as your hand and weighed just over a pound.

In the coming days, she became covered with fleas.  As small as she was, I knew I couldn't put chemicals on her.  I gave her nightly baths.  She shivered and shook and held onto me  for dear life while I held her and dried her until she was warm and fluffy again.  This went on and on until she was big enough for flea treatment. 

I was convinced this precious baby was an angel and was all mine.  She slept with me, on my chest, right under my chin.  She'd mother me, licking my face and eyes and cleaning my hands. 

I began calling her Pippa because when I first heard her meow, it was nothing more than a tiny squeak.  She became Pippa, my tiny pipsqueak.   Her full name was "Margaret Phillipa",  a big name for a tiny upstart.

She didn't want to be held unless she came to me to be held, which I called Mommy/Pippa time.  I shared my ice cream and bits of sandwich with her.   She never failed to notice when I was snacking on something at my desk and came by for her share in it.

She was the most playful and aggressive little thing.  With no siblings around to, she chose me to pick her fights with.  My hands were covered with tiny scratches.  I couldn't make a move in  bed without an attack!

Sadie arrived at the perfect time.  Pippa needed a playmate.  Sadie was simply sitting in my Japanese Magnolia one morning.  I heard her crying, looked up and saw a small black tabby cat.  I asked the neighbors about her to be sure no one was missing her.  No one claimed her and she became Pippa's surrogate sister.  They would "play all day and fight all night" as if from the same litter!  My hands healed and I refereed so Sadie wasn't abused too badly.

Tiny as she was, Pippa was top-cat.  Sadie was the one on the defense in every play fight tussle.  Pippa mothered her big sister even as she picked on her and helped keep her clean.  

Pippa was fearless and ever curious.  I never let her out without supervision until she was spayed and completely healed this past spring.  Before her time came, she sat in the window watching and hoping that one day I would let her play outside with the others.  I didn't worry as much about Orangina and Sadie.  They were bigger and they both came from outside.  

Pippa was small enough to be carried away by the big hawks I sometimes saw circling overhead.  I waited until I thought she was large enough to let her go outside without me.  

This summer she became an indoor/outdoor cat and came and went as she pleased.  She came in to eat and sleep, taking long naps.  At night, she still slept on my chest or sometimes in the crook of my waist as I lay on my side.  

It was already dark last Thursday,  it might have been 7 or 7:30 when I heard the car hit her.  I ran outside but could see nothing.  I called her name, but saw and heard nothing from Pippa.  Sadie came to me a few times, as vocal as always.  I shooed her and kept calling for Pippa.  I thought maybe she hadn't been hit after all.  There was no sign of her.

At about nine pm, I began calling again.  I noticed Sadie around the side of the house in the bushes.  There with Sadie, I found my Pippa.  She was limp and lifeless.  I held and held my baby.   The girl who would have normally wiggled free, just let me hold her.  The dark blue sweater I wore that night is covered with white hairs.  I haven't been able to bring myself to wash it yet.

This was all my fault.  I let her go.  She wanted to be outside, that was her happiness.  She mostly sat on the top of a hill underneath a pecan tree, stalking squirrels and birds.  She was right across the street just several yards from me, not far.  From my window, I could see her enjoying her vantage point.  

I know she was trying to return home when she was killed.  She managed to run all the way to the side of the house where she died under the living room window.  I hate myself for not finding her sooner so she could at least have been in my arms as she died.  I wonder if she heard me calling.  I hope she died quickly and wasn't scared.

Now, I hate myself for letting her outside, but she would she have have hated me for keeping her cooped up in the house?  Inside was not enough for her and I wanted her to be happy.

With a neighbors help, she was buried in the back yard, not far from my bedroom window.  The spot will become a memorial, eventually when I can face it.

Sadie and I have each other now.  It's not the same for either of us.  I love Sadie and I feel so sorry for the loss of her playmate.  I cry as I write this.

Orangina and Sadie both found me.  I chose Pippa.  I doubt I will ever seek to own another kitten.  It just isn't fair to them.  I live on a busy street and there's a big world outdoors that they long to be in.  I can't fall in love with and lose another cat this way. 

Goodbye my Precious baby Pippa.  

Mommy will always love you and will never, ever forget you.


  1. There are just NO words to tell you how very sorry i am for your loss. That face..what a face. How could you NOT fall in love!
    I have you "bookmarked" as I had run across your blog and enjoyed but don't get by often. I am glad I stopped in tonight so i could give you my condolences.
    May you have only happy memories of your baby.

    1. Thank you so much! It has been two weeks tonight. I don't expect to get over it but my other kitties and I are going on. I really appreciate your sweet comment.

  2. I am soo sorry for your loss. It is hard to lose a sweet pet. This lil kitty was a darling. I know she has crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge. Perhaps by big boy Boots has welcomed her there. I lost him in March 2012.

    1. Oh thank you! I hope that we will meet our pets again! I would like to think my mom is holding her for now.

  3. Such a touching memorial for your sweet Pippa! I sure hope you are feeling better each day and try not to blame yourself. It is so hard, I know. I hope 2013 brings you much happiness and good health! Many blessings to you. :o)